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... our gift - Magic castle. I don't think you will gave me a gift like this ^^

I am extremely grateful to you for this gift ^^

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"God Samay?"

"That's right." Beru nodded and said, then he sat across from Hikaru.

Hikaru waved his hand and a table of food appeared in front of Beru.

At first, Beru did not care about the food on the table, however, when he perceived the aroma of the food, it surprised him.

"This…" Beru frowned… he looked t ...

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